As You Like It

Amiens. Under the greenwood tree
820 Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither.
Here shall he see
825 No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

Jaques (lord). Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you; but
that they call compliment is like th' encounter of two dog-apes;
840and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks have given him a
penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you
that will not, hold your tongues.

Amiens. Well, I'll end the song. Sirs, cover the while; the Duke
will drink under this tree. He hath been all this day to look
845you.

Jaques (lord). And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too
disputable for my company. I think of as many matters as he; but
I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.
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850[All together here] Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i' th' sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleas'd with what he gets,
855 Come hither, come hither, come hither.
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

Jaques (lord). I'll give you a verse to this note that I made yesterday in
860despite of my invention.

Jaques (lord). Thus it goes:
If it do come to pass
That any man turn ass,
865 Leaving his wealth and ease
A stubborn will to please,
Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame;
Here shall he see
Gross fools as he,
870 An if he will come to me.